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I'm staring out into the night,
And trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
and feeling good don't ever cost a thing,
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.
I'm going home to the place where I belong,
where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm running from you know I think you got me all wrong,
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.

-Chris Daughtry

6:31 PM
On speaking of the devil.

Two nights ago, I was on msn talking happily to a friend about someone. "You know how I had reservations in the beginning... well, I think things are turning out pretty good" I said. Then I remembered the cardinal rule of life: Never jinx yourself by talking about something good in your life 'cos they always tend to take a turn for the worse after that.

So I really shouldn't be suprised about the state of things today. Yes, I know I should shoulder the blame for the mistakes, but still I can't shake off this weird idea (the cardinal rule of life as mentioned above) that's taken root and is currently festering in my medulla oblongata.

As much as I'm too proud to admit it, there seems to be something missing when things aren't right. I would apologise, but if the first 2353465765856 apologies didn't work, I don't see how the 235345675857th one will. Hmms. Kind of wished I was like mel gibson in the show "what women want" today, so that I'll be able to find out the truth about the complex questions in life and the answer to the burning questions in me.

I hope I'll be able to set things right, but considering the way fate seems to be conspiring against me nowadays, it wouldn't be wrong to say that I don't like the look of things. There's hope, there's always hope, no?

So here's a lesson for everyone (at my expense):
Never speak of the devil, 'cause sometimes you can't afford the consquences.

Have a good friday tomorrow. Hrms.